Dangerous possibility

She knows

she should not let it

but it will

itch and ache

sigh and whisper

excite and arouse

until her mind is full

of dangerous possibility.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Emilia Wilk

 

Symphony

There is music

between them

a cadence

a pulse

a rhythm

that resonates

across the miles

across the borders

across the mountains

across the seas.

.

A harmony of longing

a concert of desire

a symphony of need.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic

I wrote it a while ago, but sometimes the music plays anew.

Art by Emilia Wilk

 

Butterfly emerging

I have always been drawn to innocence

The girl who has never explored the longing, the yearning, the ache. The woman who has never allowed her desires to surface. The girl has never articulated the wanting within. The woman who has never let her caged animal escape.

She might be alone or partnered. She could be eighteen or fifty. She might be a mother, a student, a captain of industry, a writer, an artist, an everyday goddess, or perhaps all of these things.

But she will be a virgin to sexual submission

And I know there are those that might accuse me of wishing to take innocence and corrupt it, manipulate it or use it. I cannot deny the possibility that there might be such elements in my actions. We are complex creatures, we humans, and there is seldom only one single motivation.

Yet I know that the desire to teach, to instruct, to motivate, to mentor, to guide and to protect is at the very heart of my attraction towards the wide-eyed, the inexperienced, and those seeking something more.

And ultimately there is nothing more arousing, more moving, more gratifying, more lovely, more intense than watching a beautiful, exotic, sensual, erotically empowered butterfly emerging from the cramped chrysalis of her long-hidden sexual submission.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic

Not a new post. Yet such emergence is beautiful.

Art by Emilia Wilk

 

Dangerous possibility

She knows

she should not let it

but it will

itch and ache

sigh and whisper

excite and arouse

until her mind is full

of dangerous possibility.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

A few years old – but always pertinent

Art by Emilia Wilk

 

Symphony

There is music

between them

a cadence

a pulse

a rhythm

that resonates

across the miles

across the borders

across the mountains

across the seas.

A harmony of longing

a concert of desire

a symphony of need.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

I wrote it a while ago, but sometimes the music plays anew.

Art by Emilia Wilk

 

Butterfly emerging

 

I have always been drawn to innocence

The girl who has never explored the longing, the yearning, the ache. The woman who has never allowed her desires to surface. The girl has never articulated the wanting within. The woman who has never let her caged animal escape.

She might be alone or partnered. She could be eighteen or fifty. She might be a mother, a student, a captain of industry, a writer, an artist, an everyday goddess, or perhaps all of these things.

But she will be a virgin to sexual submission

And I know there are those that might accuse me of wishing to take innocence and corrupt it, manipulate it or use it. I cannot deny the possibility that there might be such elements in my actions. We are complex creatures, we humans, and there is seldom only one single motivation.

Yet I know that the desire to teach, to instruct, to motivate, to mentor, to guide and to protect is at the very heart of my attraction towards the wide-eyed, the inexperienced, and those seeking something more.

And ultimately there is nothing more arousing, more moving, more gratifying, more lovely, more intense than watching a beautiful, exotic, sensual, erotically empowered butterfly emerging from the cramped chrysalis of her long-hidden sexual submission.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Not a new post. Yet such emergence is beautiful.

Art by Emilia Wilk

 

Dangerous possibility

She knows

she should not let it

but it will

itch and ache

sigh and whisper

excite and arouse

until her mind is full

of dangerous possibility.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

A few years old – but always pertinent

Art by Emilia Wilk

 

Symphony

There is music

between them

a cadence

a pulse

a rhythm

that resonates

across the miles

across the borders

across the mountains

across the seas.

 

A harmony of longing

a concert of desire

a symphony of need.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

I wrote it a while ago, but sometimes the music plays anew.

Art by Emilia Wilk

 

Butterfly emerging

 

I have always been drawn to innocence

The girl who has never explored the longing, the yearning, the ache. The woman who has never allowed her desires to surface. The girl has never articulated the wanting within. The woman who has never let her caged animal escape.

She might be alone or partnered. She could be eighteen or fifty. She might be a mother, a student, a captain of industry, a writer, an artist, an everyday goddess, or perhaps all of these things.

But she will be a virgin to sexual submission

And I know there are those that might accuse me of wishing to take innocence and corrupt it, manipulate it or use it. I cannot deny the possibility that there might be such elements in my actions. We are complex creatures, we humans, and there is seldom only one single motivation.

Yet I know that the desire to teach, to instruct, to motivate, to mentor, to guide and to protect is at the very heart of my attraction towards the wide-eyed, the inexperienced, and those seeking something more.

And ultimately there is nothing more arousing, more moving, more gratifying, more lovely, more intense than watching a beautiful, exotic, sensual, erotically empowered butterfly emerging from the cramped chrysalis of her long-hidden sexual submission.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Not a new post. Yet such emergence is beautiful.

Art by Emilia Wilk

 

Dangerous possibility

She knows

she should not let it

but it will

itch and ache

sigh and whisper

excite and arouse

until her mind is full

of dangerous possibility.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

A few years old – but always pertinent

Art by Emilia Wilk